Night's Touch (39 page)

"I know," Vince said, grinning broadly. "You'll destroy me."

"Without a qualm," Roshan replied, lifting his glass. "Welcome to the family."

"Will I see you tomorrow night?" Cara wound her arms around Vince's neck. It was after three AM and they were standing on the front porch saying good night.

"What do you think?"

"I don't think I can wait that long to see you again."

"Then come by the garage in the morning."

"You're working there again?"

"Yeah," Vince said, grinning. "Looks like it's for good this time."

"I'll be there bright and early," she said, and then frowned. "How early is too early?"

Reaching into his pocket, he withdrew a key and handed it to her. "Come on by anytime," he said. "If I'm still in bed, well… you can just crawl in beside me."

"But I thought… I mean, won't you be… umm, sleeping the sleep of the dead?"

Vince laughed. "Believe me, darlin', if you're nearby, I'll know it."

Yawning, Cara slipped the key into her pocket. It had been a long night. "I don't know how early it will be," she said, smothering another yawn, "but I'll be there."

He nuzzled her neck, just behind her ear. "I love you."

"I love you, too," she murmured, and then frowned. "You're not going to want to drink my blood, are you?"

"I hate to tell you this, darlin', but I've wanted to do that since the night we met."

"Oh." The thought should have been repulsive; instead, she found it oddly intriguing.

"I tasted you once."

Her eyes grew wide. "What? You did?" She lifted a hand to her neck. "When?"

"The first time we made love."

"I don't remember that part."

"I only took a little taste, darlin', just enough to satisfy my curiosity."

"Your curiosity about what?"

He ran his fingertips up and down her neck, traced the outline of her ear and her cheek. "How you'd taste."

"Doesn't everyone taste the same?" She couldn't believe they were standing on her front porch having this conversation.

"No."

"I didn't know blood came in flavors," she muttered.

"I've never tasted anything as sweet as you, darlin'." Resting his forehead against hers, he inhaled deeply, drawing in the scent of her hair, her skin, her life's essence. "You've spoiled me for everyone else."

She was flattered, and then wondered why. It wasn't as if he was complimenting her on a new hairstyle or a new dress or the color of her eyes. He was saying he liked the taste of her blood!

"Guess I shouldn't have said that," Vince drawled.

Cara lifted one shoulder and let it fall. "No one's ever complimented me on my blood before," she said, laugher evident in her tone. "I'm not sure what to say."

"You don't have to say anything, except that you still love me." He canted his head to one side. "You do, don't you?"

Standing on her tiptoes, she laced her hands behind his neck and kissed him, long and slow. "What do you think?"

"I think I loved you the first time I saw you at The Nocturne," he replied. "And I'll love you for as long as you live."

"I love you, too. Please don't be angry if sometimes I seem…"

"Disgusted by what I am?"

"No, not that!" She pressed her fingertips to his lips. "It's just all so new. You, my parents… sometimes I feel like I'm the one who's different."

She thought about those words as she drifted off to sleep and wondered what they would mean to any child they might bring into their home. She thought about her own childhood and how strange it had been. Of course, her son or daughter wouldn't have two parents who were vampires, or a father who was only there at night. Vince could be active during the daytime, and Cara would be there to take their child to school and go to conferences and school plays and award ceremonies. She could attend graduations and birthday parties and piano recitals. Her child's life would be normal, or as close to normal as Cara could make it. If Vince was willing, they might even adopt more than one…

It was her last thought before sleep claimed her.

Cara and Vince decided to be married as soon as possible. Cara and Brenna spent every evening for the next week shopping for wedding dresses. Cara didn't know how she would ever decide on a gown, since she loved every one she tried on, whether it was short and sexy or long and elegant. It was the same with veils. She liked the shoulder-length ones; she liked the long ones.

Now, standing in front of a three-way mirror clad in a froth of white lace, she glanced at her mother. "I love this one, too! I'll just have to ask Vince which dress he likes the best."

"Don't you know that's bad luck, for the groom to see the bride in her wedding dress before the wedding?"

"You don't believe that, do you?" Cara asked, surprised that a woman who was a witch and a vampire would believe some silly superstition; then again, maybe her mother believed it because she
was
a witch and a vampire!

Brenna grinned. "Why take chances?"

With a sigh, Cara went into the dressing room to change into her own clothes. She absolutely loved trying on wedding gowns, but sooner or later, she was going to have to pick one. Or maybe not, she thought with a grin. She loved shopping with her mother. When they weren't looking at wedding gowns, they were buying things for Cara's house—new sheets for the bed, a picture for above the fireplace, a scratching post for Cat, and a new screen for the fireplace. Brenna bought Cara a sheer black nightgown for her wedding night, a pair of matching slippers, and several sets of sexy underwear in a variety of colors.

In addition to buying things for the wedding and the wedding night, Cara and Brenna shopped for Christmas presents for their husbands. Cara loved walking through the mall, looking at all the decorations and listening to the Christmas carols. She and Vince had spent the night before putting up Christmas lights and looking for a tree. Cara had always loved the Christmas season, but never more than this year, when Vince was there to share it with her.

Cara and her mother were leaving the mall Tuesday night after yet another shopping spree when Cara had the feeling that they were being followed. Frowning, she glanced over her shoulder to see two gray-clad women walking along the street behind her and her mother. A chill ran down Cara's spine as she recalled the two women she had seen in Serafina's book shop. She told herself she was being silly. These weren't even the same women she had seen.

"Something wrong, dear?" Brenna asked. "You look as white as a ghost."

Cara looked at her mother. "What?"

"I asked you if something was wrong."

Cara shook her head, then glanced over her shoulder again. There was no sign of the two gray-clad women. Nevertheless, she was glad when they reached her car.

Vince was waiting for her when she and her mother got home. One look at him and she forgot everything else.

"So, how did the shopping go?" he asked. "Did you find a dress yet?"

"Dozens of them!" she replied.

He shook his head. "What's the problem?"

"She can't make up her mind," Brenna said.

"She never could," Roshan said, smiling fondly at his daughter. "Remember how long it took her to decide on a car?"

"Weeks," Brenna said.

Vince groaned as he drew Cara into his arms. "At this rate, we'll never get married," he muttered, then frowned at her. "You're not getting cold feet, are you?"

"Of course not. But the dresses are all beautiful."

"And she looks beautiful in them," Brenna said.

"I'm sure she does," Vince agreed. "How about if I pick one out?"

"Don't you know it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride in her gown before the wedding?" Cara asked, winking at her mother.

Vince shrugged. "I won't see you in it, I'll just pick it out." He nuzzled her neck. "I'm getting tired of living alone."

"All right, I'll pick one out tomorrow, I promise."

"Good."

"So, where are we going to be married?" Cara asked. "I guess a church is out of the question."

"A church is fine with me," Vince said.

"Really? I didn't think vampires and churches went together."

"I know the perfect place!" Brenna exclaimed. She looked at Roshan. "Do you think you could get Father Lanzoni to perform the ceremony?"

"I'm sure I could," Roshan said, "but it's not for us to decide."

"What church?" Cara asked. "And who's Father Lanzoni?"

"Father Lanzoni is a vampire," Roshan answered. "He was a priest before he was turned."

"Is he still a priest?" Vince asked.

"I've never asked him," Roshan said. "The church is located in a secluded place. It's where Brenna and I were married." He smiled fondly at his wife. "Of course, we're not sure it was legal."

Cara looked at Vince. "What do you think?"

"It's all right with me. As far as I'm concerned, you became my wife the first time we made love."

Cara's cheeks bloomed with color. "Vince!"

"He's not telling us anything we didn't already know," Brenna said with a laugh. "You can't hide something like that."

"So, we're agreed then?" Vince asked.

"I think it sounds wonderful." Cara glanced at her parents and then at Vince. "It seems so romantic, to get married in the same place as my parents. Oh! What about your parents? Your family? Are you going to invite them?"

"I thought I would. We need to set a date."

"How about two weeks from Saturday?" Cara suggested. "That'll give you time to rent a tux and give your parents time to make arrangements for a place to stay while they're in town." She kissed him on the cheek. "And we'll be married for Christmas."

"Works for me," Vince said.

Roshan and Brenna nodded.

Cara looked up at Vince, a dreamy smile on her face. "Two weeks," she murmured. "I can't wait."

Vince called his parents the following night to tell them the good news. As he'd expected, his mother was eager to meet Cara and thrilled that he was finally settling down. His father, ever the practical one, asked if he'd gotten Cara in trouble and that's why they were getting married in such a rush. With complete confidence, Vince assured his dad that wasn't the case. When he called his brothers and his sister, they all congratulated him and promised they would be there. One and all, they were a little surprised to learn that the wedding was at night. Vince used the same excuse that Roshan had used with Cara and explained that her parents were allergic to the sun.

After telling his sister good-bye, Vince rubbed the bridge of his nose, wondering if inviting his family had been such a good idea. They would expect a get-together after the wedding, dinner and cake and champagne.

Vince glanced at his watch. He'd worry about his folks later. Right now, it was time to meet Cara at the library.

Cara glanced at her watch, willing the hands to move more quickly. It was eight-thirty and there were only a handful of people in the library. She glanced at the table across the room, her stomach clenching at the sight of the two gray-robed women who sat there, each quietly reading a book. They never looked at her and seemed totally oblivious of her presence, and yet she couldn't shake the feeling that they were watching her every move. Even when she couldn't see anyone, she often had the feeling she was being watched, followed. No wonder she often felt nauseated in the morning. Paranoia and her upcoming wedding had her stomach tied in knots.